Hello I have returned~ I'm not sure whether to be excited or concerned about how quickly people took to this. Anyways a few more notes...

I tried really hard to figure out how to actually break his wrist the way I want but eventually gave up and let fiction do its thing. The intended fracture is a Colles' fracture aka fork fracture. Also aphrodisiacs aren't really a real life thing =/ Shame xD

I think I included/emphasized everything I need to, but I'll let you know if I have to change anything.

This will be my third time writing smut so constructive criticism is very, VERY much appreciated. Thanks!

For your sadistic pleasure~ Enjoy!

Chapter Warnings: Injury, Molestation, Psychological and Sexual Torture

Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan or Magic Kaitou

Chapter 2

Kaito heard the door lock, struggling against his captor as he felt the person wrap one arm around his neck and the other around his wrist. He heard the sharp snap, the strangled scream that left his mouth as his captor wrenched his wrist under his forearm. While dizzy, struggling to breathe, and in intense pain, the man got in front of him and shoved him against the wall, roping the fractured wrist tightly to the other, earning a high pitched cry; he then secured the thief to a bar on the wall. With fire running up the magician's entire arm but feet planted firmly on the floor, KID raised his head, panting hard, teeth gritted, glaring at the man with teary eyes. His captor had dark hair and a nondescript appearance: tall, well built, and probably in his late thirties.

"Such unkind eyes," he heard a silky, musing voice.

"What did you expect?" KID sneered, inconspicuously sliding a knife from his sleeve and grasping it tightly in his uninjured hand.

"Ah ah ah," the man chided. "Try to escape and I'll break the other wrist," he threatened, staring pointedly into the thief's amethyst eyes. KID huffed, as the man swiftly removed the blade from his fingers and placed it in his own pocket.

"And?" Kaito snarled, all friendliness removed from the brute in front of him. "What do you intend to do?" The man smirked at him, and Kaito tugged on the rope hoping it would give way only to find it was securely fastened, chafing his skin with each movement. He recognized, with resignation, if he tried to slip out like this, he would permanently damage his hand.

"I was hired," the man stated with a wave. The thief froze, interest piqued.

"Hired?" he parroted with wary curiosity.

"Ahh... yes," the man laughed. "By some organization. It seems they do not like you." KID snorted at that understatement. He tensed as the man grabbed the sides of the necktie, undoing the knot and tugging it free.

"Oi, oi!" the thief responded with perplexed agitation. He swallowed as the man draped the crimson tie over his eyes before tying it behind his head. Red. That's all he could see. A brilliant sanguine color. Akako's words had not fled his mind. Kuso... he thought with gritted teeth.

"Like I said," he could hear the satisfied smirk in the man's voice, "such unkind eyes," and Kaito inhaled a shaky breath, irritated but nervous as well, fully aware of his vulnerability. He needed to escape fast or he'd be in trouble. He thumbed a sleeping gas capsule, desperately fighting through the pain to stay calm, focused. Realization hit him a moment later.

"Hired to do what?" he questioned apprehensively, a plan of escape already forming in his mind. He felt the man lean over him, hands on either side of his shoulders as hot breath brushed against his ear, making him shiver.

"To teach you a lesson," the man whispered softly causing goose bumps to raise on Kaito's skin. "That KID is not invincible." Kaito felt a warm tongue lick the shell of his ear, and in spite himself, he felt a flash of fear invade his mind. "That he can break, that he will beg for mercy," the sinister words rolled off the man's lips.

"You won't break me," KID returned, certainty in his voice. "And you won't hear me beg." The man smirked at him.

"We'll see about that." He ran his hands down the teen's body, stopping to push on the bullet wound. Pain flooded KID as he jerked against the restraints, eyes clenched, whimpering. Red encompassed his vision as he cracked an eye open; he could hear his blood pounding in his ears. This man... he knew the exact location of his injury, he comprehended with bewildered horror. His tormenter pressed harder, sneering at the thief as the delicate stitches tore and the haematic fluid ran down KID's side and leg.

Kaito bit the inside of his mouth, breathing through his nose as the burst of pain subsided. He felt his jaw grasped roughly and mouth forced open, the popping sound of a bottle's lid, and thick, sweet liquid sliding down his throat. He stared blankly at his red tie, his breaths rapid, his heart pounding. He felt hot, almost unbearably so.

"Wha-what?" he stuttered. He heard a light chuckle and a cool tongue drawing trails across his neck. A faint whine escaped him as he tilted his head to the side, unintentionally exposing his neck. He swallowed, trying again. "Wha-at are you?"

The man paused for a moment as if thinking. Then he sneered. "They call me a technician, but I much prefer the term artist. Much like yourself from what I've heard." That brought the thief out of it, if only for a moment.

"Like me?" he laughed darkly. "I don't go around entrapping people and breaking their wrists," he snarled, the abhorrer clear in his voice.

"Oh?" the self-proclaimed artist responded. He grasped KID's shoulder harshly before returning to nipping at the teen's neck. "But we're both experts in our field." He sucked on the skin, forming the first of many marks, listening to the thief's panting.

"An-nd which fie-ld would th-at be?" KID responded breathily, overwhelmed by the burning sensation affecting every inch of his skin and disturbed by the cool relief the man's tongue provided. The man leered at him and it was clear in his voice.

"Torture," he stated matter-of-factly, and Kaito's breath hitched. This was bad. He felt the man licking his chin and biting over his rapid pulse. This was so, so very bad.

"For example," the torturer continued. "How to break your wrist, where to bind it, all very important things to consider, don't you agree?" Kaito shook his head. "Hmph," the man responded, biting down on the thief's neck hard enough to draw blood. The teen made a "nnh" sound as the man licked at the wound, sliding his hands under the thief's shirt and up his sides. Continuing to rub the adolescent's oversensitive skin with one hand, he unclasped the thief's cape, unbuttoned KID's coat and shirt, and tugged off the gloves. He paused to smirk at the half a dozen hickeys covering KID's neck while Kaito shuddered at the air-conditioning against his heated skin.

"Such a beautiful body," the tormenter commented, trailing fingers down the teen's chest.

"Hah," the thief responded. "Of-f course a per-nn-vert li-ke you would sa-ay that," he retaliated, the pain fading into the background, his body scorching, his mind growing fuzzy.

"Yes but it's your body," the torturer snarked. The man internally sighed when that didn't get a reaction from the teen. KID seemed to be entering a state of denial, the blindfold making him unresponsive instead of hypersensitive as the technician had intended - a defense mechanism and an effective one. He would change that. He searched KID's pockets, pulling out the scarves the magician uses for stage magic. He licked the kid's collar bone, nipping at the soft skin above until he left a red mark as he continued to rub his hands up and down the thief's abdomen.

"Do you understand what I'm going to do?" the man asked, keeping his voice light and taunting. The question seemed to pull the adolescent back slightly.

"I thought you were going to 'teach me a lesson'," the teen quoted, smirking.

"My, my Kaitou surely you can be more specific than that." The thief's smile fell slightly at that, as the man licked down his side.

"To... torture me," he stated shivering as the man's tongue trailed over his nipple.

"No dear that's the wrong answer," the torturer sing songed. "I know about your injury, your high pain tolerance. That would take awfully long don't you think? Come now, you're not nearly so stupid, nor naive," he sneered. "Tell me, what am I going to do? What am I going to do to you?" KID was visibly shaking now; his breathing had grown more erratic; he was more responsive to the tormenter's caresses.

"You are, you're going to..." he hiccupped. He turned his head to the side, dropping it as he closed his eyes against the blindfold. He heard the man's sneer as his torturer bit one nipple and rubbed the other in painfully slow, concentric circles. His back arched as he threw his head back in an ecstatic moan. Nonononono, his mind protested desperately. But the man was right: he knew exactly where this was going. There were many things he'd prepared for: to be captured and tortured by the organization, to have his identity compromised and others used against him, to be forced to work for them or hand over Pandora, to be jailed and beaten to death. This, this seemed so much worse than all of that. The man was right: he had not prepared for this.

"You're going to ahh..." he whimpered, tears pooling in his eyes.

"Go on," the man instructed.

"To... to..." No! his mind screamed at him; he wondered briefly if he really had to say. If it would make a difference for better or worse. The torturer pressed on the still bleeding gash resulting in a pained cry.

"To rape me," Kaito finished with a whisper, tears freely flowing down his face now. The man smirked at him, still running his fingers on the boy's body as he licked the tears off the kid's cheeks. He knotted the scarves as he watched KID tremble.

"Good boy," he complimented, knocking the thief's hat off and rubbing the teen's messy hair. He stuffed the colorful fabric into the thief's mouth, fastening it behind the boy's head. Kaito made a "mmf" noise in protest, staring wide-eyed at the blood-red cloth, desperately wishing he could see the man's expression, understand what was happening. He was faceless now. Nameless. A boy. Toy. He couldn't help it. He felt like a pet. Dirty. Filthy. Nothing had really even happened yet. And. He. Just. Wanted. The Man. To Stop. Touching. Him.

The tormenter sneered at his victim, still trailing his fingertips up and down the thief's torso, hearing him sob. The teen had been a lot harder to break than he expected, but now that he'd received the thief's unintended admission of defeat, he shouldn't have to worry about resistance from the kid anymore. The boy was trapped in a mindset of helplessness and every move the tormenter planned to make afterwards would only contribute to that. The man paused for a moment before pulling out scissors and cutting KID's brilliant white coat off; he then dragged his fingers down the adolescent's back.

"No," KID tried to whimper fruitlessly against the gag, thrashing his head to the side. Red. Red. Red. That's all he could see. He could feel shocks of pleasure shooting through him as the man molested his over sensitized skin. His rapist licked and nibbled and bit down. He could feel the small bruises all over. Feel trails of blood sliding down his skin. Felt the man push his shirt down over his shoulders and leave even more marks. Felt the man continuously run hands down his back. Felt the man roll back his sleeves and lick long saliva trails up his arms. Felt the man hook a finger underneath his pants.

"Do you want me to pull these off you?" The thief froze, wide-eyed at the question. "No!", he tried to shout; it came out as "nnf."

"Of course you do," the man answered for him, leisurely pulling the white dress pants down. "Because it feels good, and you're a dirty little slut, aren't you?" Kaito shook his head furiously, sobbing at the sensation of the fabric slowly being pulled off his frame. No... He wanted to protest. That he was drugged. That it was a physiological response. He wanted to glare at the man for trying to screw with him. He couldn't do either. And that somehow made everything more real. And everything more true.

Kaito could hear his own labored breathing as his tormenter pulled off his dress shoes and blue socks, licking his feet. He heard the man snicker as hands were run up and down his smooth, hairless legs. He heard the man laugh again before he bit the side of the thief's shin. He was being made fun of, the teen realized, and that somehow had Kaito feeling abashed. Damn this man. He was being manipulated, all of it and... his thoughts were cut off by another ecstatic cry as his molester nipped at his sensitive inner thighs. "Mmrrmmhh," the thief moaned against the gag, feeling the saliva drying on his lower legs. Damn him, he thought as more tears escaped the blindfold. Damn it all.

"Such a good little slut," the man purred, pulling on the elastic band on KID's black boxers, watching the teen flinch as it snapped back. He slid his hand underneath the fabric, brushing against the sensitive member, listening to the soft "ah" that escaped the boy's lips. "Already hard, not that I would expect anything less." He smirked as the teen shook his head again, smug at the knowledge that's all the kid could do.

The technician started sliding his hand along the teen's shaft with slow, delicate movements as he observed KID whimper and pant. He thumbed the slit, listening to the thief's high-pitched "nnh" before returning to his torturously, unhurried ministrations. "Stop teasing me," Kaito wanted to say. Can't he... give me... at least that. The gag was soaked with saliva, and he could feel some trailing down his chin. His hair was drenched with sweat and left a wet trail along his forehead every time he moved his head. His body burned and pleasure shot through him with each stroke.

The tormenter smirked at the thief, gradually speeding up his movements. The friction against the sensitive skin had the teen mewling and throwing his head back and forth with short, shaky breaths. Kaito felt himself being pulled close to the edge, sweat running down his body, his face flushed. The man suddenly stopped all together, and the teen thrashed against the wall, letting out all sorts of frustrated, strangled noises. Kaito heard his assaulter snicker. The man grasped and pulled out the thief's painfully hard, dripping cock, and KID froze in confusion, staring fearfully at his red tie.

The man held the thief's member tenderly, licking a stripe along it. He felt KID shudder as he continued to lick rings around the organ. Kaito blinked against the blindfold, a sudden weariness overtaking him from the dull, throbbing of his member not to mention his broken wrist. He whimpered and dropped his head to the side, a low moan catching in his throat as the man sucked on the head of his cock. "Nnn, mmm, hnn," he whined as the man took him in further.

"My, my, you are quite the virgin Kaitou," his rapist murmured, and the only thing that crossed the thief's mind was an irate STOP. Like he really needed the reminder. He shuddered at how similar the address sounded to his real name. The man started bobbing his head up and down the thief's member, and Kaito threw his head back, hitting it on the wall. "NNNGHHH," he cried against the gag, while the man completely ignored him.

"I suppose all those fangirls have not served you well," he droned on, and Kaito glowered at the lewd comment about his fans. "Or fanboys," the man smirked. "Not that I care which you prefer." He leered at the thief. "You're mine for now."

Kami-sama could the man just stop talking. Was that so much to ask? He didn't need it. Being told he was possessed by someone whose only intention was to hurt him. He hated it, and the endorphins rushing through his system made it worse. He didn't want the pleasure... not like this.

"Ahh, ahh, AHH," he cried, struggling to breathe when once again the man abruptly stopped. Not yet, he heard through his hazed mind. Not yet? NOT YET? He wailed at that, unable to endure the sexual torment. "Why," he tried to whine through the gag to no avail.

"Hmph you little cunt," his rapist scoffed. "I want to show you something first. I bet you've never experienced this before, not that I think you've experienced much at all," he sneered, and KID desperately wished he could glare at him for that comment. Or do something, he thought, clenching the fist of his unbroken arm. He felt hands slide down his lower back as the man poked a finger into his entrance. Gross... the thought scampered across his mind. He squirmed a bit at the uncomfortable sensation, puzzled once again. Then the man curled his finger, pressing hard against KID's prostate, and the thief responded with an erotic moan, eyes rolling into the back of his head, his entire body flushed with heat.

The man stroked the teen's sweet spot with firm pressure as Kaito felt dizzy and his knees went weak. A startled, strangled scream ripped through the air as his legs gave out from under him, forcing his fractured wrist to support his full body weight. His tormenter completely paid no attention to this, pressing harder, stroking faster as he returned to molesting KID's cock. Kaito struggled to regain his balance to find he couldn't, cruelly dangling from the wall. The thief cried and screamed, utterly bemused as the intense pain mixed with the intense pleasure, and he couldn't distinguish one from another. He hyperventilated, ecstatic moans slipping past his gag, as his vision whited completely. He came down from his high after a moment, aware of his semen dripping down his body while his tormenter towered over him. He felt... sleepy. He blinked tiredly at his red tie serving to handicap him, barely mindful this wasn't over. Whore... he heard the man say. He whimpered as his restraints were undone, and he fell unceremoniously onto the chilled tiles.

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